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[thewannaone]

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[sweetaselle]

In My Own Words: (Heo Young Saeng Fanfic) Chapter 3

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Two weeks later...

Auto Q Repair Shop

Seongdong, Seoul, 12:45pm

Kim Eun Ah POV

Seoul became an oven today, even worse under the fluorescent lamp as I tuned up my best friend, Vanessa (or as I called her. "V" or "Bi," due to my poor English)'s, beat-up 2006 Kia Rio. I'm amazed that this dinosaur of a car is still running. Despite my nagging lectures for her to scrap the dump and just buy a new car, V was coming in today to check on her "jagi (short for "jagiyah," meaning "baby" or "darling"), and I wanted to make sure it was ready for the road.

"Ya, Eun Ah... someone's here to see ya," my manager's voice drowned in the sound of drills and clanking car parts.

"Ne...." I dragged, wiping the sweat off my brow on the edge of my leather glove. I roll out from under car with my head down, planning my snarky remark.

"Ya, pabo-yah!" I teased, "I told you come at 13:00pm on the dot. Your jagi's not ready yet."

"Mwoya?! Is that anyway to address your older brother??" his smooth, alto-voice teased back. I could almost feel him smirking, as my head shot up and my eyes turned wide and bright at him.

"Kyu Jong oppa!" I lunged and embraced him, despite my dirty, car repair uniform.

"Eyyyyy, you'll get motor oil all over me! Merong~ 😜" he tickled me before poking my blackened check.

"Mianhaeyo, oppa," I giggled. "I wasn't expecting you to visit me here at the shop. Did Hyung Jun oppa dent your car again??"

"Ani, I've wanted to see you since we got back from Japan, and MWO?? When did I ever let Junnie borrow my car??" He glared at me, horrified.

Flashing back to that night after Chuseok, when Hyung Jun oppa pulled up Kyu Jong oppa's car at 3am after a fender bender, I used my better judgement NOT to continue on the subject, "Uhhhh, never mind... So what brings you here, oppa?"

He shook his head, probably planning a lecture for his other dongsaeng (phew!), "Ah, well, first thing's first..."

Kyu Jong oppa waved both his arms from his sides to his back, and pulled out a cute, stuffed toy Rilakkuma keychain with a silver clip, and dangled it in front of my face. "Jjang!"

"Woahhhh, so cute! Is this my present from Japan?" I squealed like a giddy, high school student, ignoring the weird stares I was getting from my predominately male coworkers.

"Ne, a gift from the greatest brother ever," he teased, awkwardly rubbing his hand behind his neck.

I noticed his nervous tick, laced the keychain in between my fingers, and my expression went from happy to death glare. "What's the catch, oppa?"

His smile fell, knowing I read right through him. "I have a favor to ask..."

He told me about what happened on the way to Japan: watching his hyung -- someone he looked up to, and loved so dearly like his own brother -- deteriorating right before his eyes. He didn't like to go into too much details, but judging by my brother's body language, Young Saeng oppa was not doing well.

Kyu Jong oppa's head sunk into his shoulders, his hands in his pockets, and his smile crescent-fallen. His gentle, sweet demeanor radiating out of him, along with his constant desire to put others’s, especially the ones he loved, needs before his own. In this instant, I saw my 8-year-old oppa again, crying while washing the dishes after dinner, because eomma and appa had to work when we were younger. I almost wanted to cry, but refused to have my coworkers have even more things to gossip about.

Aigoo, oppa... I owe you everything. If it weren't for you -- paying for my college education, and supporting my dream in becoming a mechanic, while everyone, including our parents, back home in Jeonju-do thought I was crazy -- I wouldn't be here right now.

I clutch the Rilakkuma keychain tight in my hand. "What do you need me to do?"

7-Eleven, a few blocks away from Auto Q

Seongdong, Seoul, 13:13pm

Vanessa POV

I managed to sneak in a couple houses to clean this morning, as well as one on the way to Auto Q. Being awake since 4:30am, I was starving. Because I'm a morning person and a neat freak (which I hate admitting, knowing many people aren't), I knew my body well enough that after 12 noon, I'm useless. This called for a pick-me-up.

I grabbed a small bowl of instant ramen, a slice of American cheese, a two-pack of hard boiled eggs, and hit the complimentary hot water dispenser... knowing very well if I don't get food in my system soon, I'll K.O. even before I get to Auto Q.

Mianheyo, eonni. I won't be eating much during our late lunch outing, but survival first... You wouldn't want me driving my "jagi," falling asleep at the wheel, and have to lug it back to your garage.

I must've been half-asleep or something, while dispensing my water. Next thing I knew I heard a sweet, yet muffled voice slowly becoming clearer. A wide hand cupped and shook my shoulder: "Ahgassi, chogiyo! Neol mul... Geumanaeyo (Hey Miss! Your water... stop)!"

"Eh?" my head snaps back up. I release the hot water knob, but proceeded to burn my hand and drop my ramen on the floor, spilling its contents all over the floor. "Ah!"

"Ya, what the heck is going on?" the cashier yells from the other side of the store.

"Joesonghamnida, jeongmal joesonghamnida," I say, bowing profusely. I crouched to the floor, trying to pick up the styrofoam bowl, when my hand stung. "Aishi..."

"Aniyo, jamkkanmanyo," the stranger said. I realized his hand didn't leave my shoulder up until that moment, but brushed it off as the cashier came out with a mop and cursed under his breath at the mess I made.

"Cha~," he said sweetly, with a hint of aegyo. I looked up to see a plaid handkerchief held out to me, along with some burn-relief cream.

I bowed my head with thanks, headed to the sit-and-eat area, and proceeded to tend my wound. Before I could get a swipe of cream on my hand, the stranger runs towards me saying, "Jamsimanyo!"

I turned my head, actually seeing what my Good Samaritan actually looked like. He wore a black hoodie with text graphics on the sides of the sleeves, wide black sunglasses, and a back face mask tucked under his chin, but still hanging on his ears. He looked like an idol, but something about his face expressed a maturity, while his dimpled smile made him look as sweet as he sounded. He's cute, long story short.

"You might want to clean it, before you put that cream on," he worried, pulling out a wet wipe from it's small, travel-size pack. My mind was taken aback by how cute this man looked, but eventually I nodded, thanking him for the millionth time. He waved his hand at me, "Aniyo, you've been hurt. It's the least I can do."

Maybe it was the sleep deprivation or the awe that such a beautiful person really existed, but I must've been so spaced out that he started wiping down my hand. I pulled back in shock, but also in winced in pain as my burns stung. He held on to my index finger lightly enough to pull me back, in assurance that this was alright. He nodded, and continued to clean my burn wound.

"I can clean it myself--"

He slapped the back of my good hand like a disciplined mother, and said, "Stop moving, and stay put. With a klutz like you, you might end up hurting yourself again." He apologetically bowed his head slightly at the disgruntled cashier, mopping up the floor.

I didn't like the tone he gave me, and the fact that he treated me like a weak child. My face turned sour. "Mwyorago (What did you just say)?? I never asked you for your help in the first place," I whined, pulling my hand away annoyed.

He looked up at my face. His wide eyes must've caught how his cold tone must've sounded towards me, but suddenly the soft innocence in his eyes turned hard and his eyebrows shot down on his face. "Geureom (Alright then), clean it up yourself," he said, throwing the used wet wipe at my good hand.

He got up, walked to the counter, grabbed whatever he purchased earlier (I was too upset at how rude my "kind" helper actually was to care or notice), and stormed out.

Enraged and confused, I ran after the jerk. Who was this guy? Who does he think he is? He went from really sweet and caring to a cold and rude jerk.

"Ya! Ahjussi, wae geurae (Why are you acting like this)?!" I yelled once I got to the automatic doors, dropping the formalities hoping to piss him off.

He was already almost down the street, when he turned his head towards me. The anger burned in his eyes, and a slight growl formed under his black face mask. His head snapped back forward, as he put on his black sunglasses and his hoodie up. He raised his right hand arm up, and did a swatting motion his hand like an annoyed haraboji as he walked away and turned on the main intersection.

I bit my lip to prevent even more of a scene from happening. "Ahgassi, do I need to call the police on you??" the cashier fed on my anger and frustration.

I took a deep breath, turned back towards the cashier, and bowed at 90 degrees: "Joesonghamnida... I'm sorry for the trouble I caused. Galkaeyo (I'll be leaving now)."

I headed back toward the eat-in bar to grab my stuff, when the stinging in my hand paralyzed me. "Aish--"

I looked down at my burnt hand, and realized the burn cream still clutched in my hand and the plaid handkerchief balled in a fist. I wanted to toss everything into the trash, but the stinging was so painful and my hard expression softened.

I left 7-Eleven bandaged up; my burned wounds cooled. I swung my bag over my shoulder, holding the leather diary in my perfectly wrapped hand. One of the corners tied up had a bit of Hangul embroidered on it too. Paired with the diary, I thought it the look was quite charming and romantic, like a closet poet holding a delicious pork bun after a long day of writing, instead of a painful wound.

I closed my eyes as I reached the intersection, waiting for the traffic lights to change. I muttered under my breath, like a prayer. I hoped that wherever my helper was (and no matter how upset and rude he was) that he would know that I was grateful. The incident was my fault anyways. Always try to see the best in people first, I thought... though that's probably the reason I get into situations like this in the first place.

Despite the fallout, I couldn't deny the most genuine act of kindness I've ever experienced in my time in Korea, other than meeting Eun Ah eonni. I contemplated in my mind how someone so sweet and gentle in that moment, could suddenly turn so cold and rude in an instant? Maybe I was thinking too much into it, but I seriously thought... maybe i could've been his friend. 

I looked down my hand, at the Hangul embroidery on the handkerchief. Feeling remorseful about what had happened, I smiled as I mouthed the Hangul name I read like a preschool student: "Mianhaeyo hago kamsahamnida... Young Saeng-ssi."

I snapped out of my train of thought when I finally looked up, and saw Auto Q's big red and white sign up ahead. I could see Eun Ah eonni, waving “bye” to a tall, slim boy. He waved back with both hands, before sprinting out of the garage. He donned a black snapback, an oversized black t-shirt with a white, Grecian motif at the hem, and the sickest pair of black and white Air Jordans I've seen since I left America.

Eun Ah eonni looked depressed, as she held what looked like a keychain in her hands. 

Mwo? A keychain? Looks pretty cute... I wonder if he's her boyfriend or something. Did he confess to her?!  Omo, I need to lay off the dramas.

I shook my head out of my train of thought, when Eun Ah eonni squealed from the inside of the garage: "Ya! Bigonhae!"

I laughed. Another one of her many nicknames for me. She calls me "V," which in her Jeollado accent sounds like the Korean word for "rain," or "bi." I hated it at first when she called me that, but grew fond of it because I always found rain soothing. She added the "Bigonhae" nickname since that was one of the first phrases I learned in Korean (plus, I'm "always tired from working too hard," according to her).

"Ya! I told you to stop calling me that," I teased.

"Well, hurry up and live a little! At this rate, you'll age so fast that your dinosaur of a car will call you 'eomma' instead of 'jagi.’" 

Ha! Country girls are savage.

I walked further down the street to cross at the actual intersection, because unless I wanted to die attempting to jaywalk in Seoul, I'd rather be safe. I barely made it to the garage entrance, when Eun Ah eonni ran and threw her arm around my shoulders.

She laughed like the giddy, country girl she was, under that gritty, car repairmen uniform: "Ya, jjang chingoo (best friend), are you doing anything tonight?"

"Aniyo, waeyo?"

"Because we've got a date with two cute nappeun namja (bad boys)! Gatchi ga (Let's go)?"

A/N: For once, that photo edit is my own. The gifs, Young Saeng and his original IG post? Not yet :P

ThanKYU so much for reading, and please… don’t forget to leave your comments on AFF (I do read and reply to all of them, when I can), and upvote this story for faster updates!

[youngsaengs-eternal-supporter]

Young Saeng for KWave magazine Day 17 without Young Saeng 713 days left till his return

[youngsaengs-eternal-supporter]

Day 16 without Young Saeng 714 days left till his return

[youngsaengs-eternal-supporter]

Day 12 without Young Saeng 718 days till his return

[nekoonanon]

So when news about SS501's Young Saeng also known as my ultimate bias, joining the military came around I was in tears and news about his new mini album came around and I told myself I would enjoy it and not cry about it... Then the video came out...And I cried anyway. I wasn't even bothered about the fact that there was an actress in the video (and I'm sorry but I do not know who she is)and Young Saeng was holding her hands and all those things. I just hurt to know he was going to leave soon. And the english lyric hurt even more. I just kept on crying and my friend asked me why I was cyying over him leaving, but I dunno myself. It just hurts...I wasn't this emotional when Kyu Jong was leaving so WTF is wrong with me?

I dunno...three years will go in a blink of an eye, but now knowing Young Saeng is not around to brighten up my year with his songs just makes me sad...I miss him and SS501 so much. Hopefully the other four members will make these three years go quicker for me...untill then I'll wait for Heo Young Saeng and SS501 to come back as one. 

I'm sorry for all the mistakes but I'm a little bit emotional for checking my spellings. 

[thisisjustforfunval]